Authors note: I don't own highschool musical!
This is my first story and hopefully it'll be worth it to keep writing!
Read and review please!
Prologue
What do you when they look you in your eye and tell you how great that one person is? How does it feel to have your heart ripped in half while you hear these stories about this boy who is so incredible that no one else in the world could ever make her feel this way again? You hide the tears in your eyes by refusing to make eye contact. Your eyes dart across the room as she speaks; you notice the faint yellow in the walls that surround you. Good old East High. This school has been your home for the past three years. Your mind is drifting away from the conversation. She notices the distance and tries to talk you out of your gaze. The soft cries of loneliness hide in the back of your throat. You cough to keep the secret from escaping your mouth. You're trying to hold your breath but it doesn't work and you can feel yourself becoming more and more red. She looks at you and asks if you're alright. You give a quick nod and lie and say that your allergies are starting up. She believes you, gives you a quick hug, and walks away. What else is there to it?
Don't mess with my heart
Don't mess with my mind
Won't let you get us down this time
You'll like what you see and take it from me
You'll learn to see it over time
The hallway seems to fade into a black and white world as you fall to the ground. Your back is up against the wall and your head falls into your hands and onto your jeans. The tears start coming and the thoughts keep rolling into mind. How do you handle this situation? How do you get the girl without ruining the friend in them? What if she doesn't like you like that? What if she thinks you're disgusting? How are you supposed to press the fear that you've had in your heart, for ages, away? How do you confront this situation? The walls around you aren't providing any support, the mascara is running down your face, and you feel the cold trail your tears are leaving behind. You take the arm of your sweater and wipe the black off of your face. The nervousness has settled into your stomach and you worry someone is going to find you looking like this. How is this situation going to get worse?
Get wasted on love
Get wasted on life
Get wasted on anything that's right
Get wasted with me
Ten minutes pass and the feeling of sickness finally leaves your stomach. The tears stop flowing and you regain partial control of your strength. You dig into your purse and grab a mirror. As you look into the reflection you see a girl who isn't Gabriella. You see someone else. A heart-broken girl looks back, as if mocking you, a frown appears on her face, and you start to realize that life isn't going to get much easier as you hide and deny a secret to yourself and your new found best friend.
Song- "Wasted" By L.P
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